Poem: Melting
Screams from inside and the ice melts with the heat of terror, and turmoil of the mind bringing flashes and sparks to the spinning world, and lost thoughts. A hidden wonder, when the fire springs into vision, the spirit lifts above, then falls, slamming the body in a fit, and visions consume, giving birth to … Read more
Story: The Song of Ximena Aljibe Part #1 . . . #WesternWednesday
“Good evening fine folk of the south desert, and honest men of the tilled earth. As you know, one night a week we have our very special performer. You all know her. You all lust for her, in your secret dreams. To all our delights . . . welcome our desert queen . . . … Read more
#Haiku: Drifting . . . #WesternWednesday
On this great western Wednesday we start with a haiku, yes a western Haiku, get over it . . . Drifting in the Sun On dry lakes in high deserts, The dust devils spin. Another post soon: The Song of Ximena Aljibe Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Tanka: Three Tanka of Forbidden Dreams Found
A Follow-up to: Three Tanka of Silent Sins Forbidden dreams found, Among the thunder of waves, and the silent stars, On a night that’s remembered for the vices of the night. How none remember, but me, shining starlit eyes, because none have seen, the rebirth of joy and art, In an old and lonely heart. … Read more
Poem: This Devils Test (draft #1) . . . #WesternWednesday
This is a companion piece to the Poem, Six Bullets ’till Sundown. I’m not 100% happy with the structer and flow of this one, but I’m tired and done for now. Enjoy The dark man walked, whistling melancholy tunes, never talked, looking for fortunes, then in the wind cries, “Die!” The desert was lonely with … Read more
Haiku: Tears
Tears long forgotten, Dreams bring memories rebirth On an autumn day. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Short Story: Pecos Bill: The Birth (Part #1) . . . #WesternWednesday
Pecos Bill: The Birth Part #1 The story begins at his birth, the last of nineteen. The trail was hard and the desert wanted its toll. Mother screamed and cursed at the birthing pains, but let out a smile as father came into the light. Father sat and mother leaned against him. She cried with … Read more
Poem: Tanka: Whiskey . . . #WesternWednesday
Burning the parched throat, eyes down to the golden drink, regret speaks my heart, for those left on trails behind, hands given lead to the lost. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Haiku: Barren . . . #WesternWednesday
Sun dips in the dunes, burning the high barren fields, as I sit alone. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Haiku: Craving
Lust for the denied, desiring murderers, waiting for a thought. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
